legal violation

"You go to work, don't worry."

These words came from Fengtang's mouth.

He said it was impossible not to be nervous.Now he clenched his hands into fists, and the sweat in his palms drenched his whole body.But he knows better than anyone else that Feng Lulin's eyes looking at him and the subtle magnetic field between the two of them cannot be hidden.Feng Lulin said that the family doesn't care about it, but it doesn't mean that he can be unscrupulous in front of his father.

Feng Lulin stared at Fengtang for a while, then turned around and changed his shoes, ready to go out.

"Wait a moment."

Calling him to stop, Fengtang took down the umbrella hanging beside the shoe cabinet very naturally, "Take your umbrella. The weather is bad recently, it might rain when you get off work. Don't catch a cold."

"Okay——" Looking up at his father's expression, Feng Lulin let out a long breath, "There's Jin Junmei, who just arrived this morning, on the table. I'm thirsty."

Fengtang nodded and saw that Feng Lulin was holding an umbrella, put on his coat and entered the entrance, then crossed the threshold, went down the stairs, and went to the garage.

The shadow of the umbrella swept across the peony pattern on the floor, and the cold air came in from the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, chilling the back of his neck.

Feng Wangang greeted him: "Sit."

"Uncle Feng," Fengtang changed his words, "I have heard Feng Lulin tell me something about my father."

"Well, two years. It's not long, and it's not short."

As Feng Wangang said, he took out a stack of file bags from under the morning newspaper and spread them out.Looking at it from the angle of Fengtang, the morning light reflected the ink, and even reflected a faint golden light.His heart seemed to be grasped by something.

This was the evidence he had been looking for day and night.

"It's the turn of spring and summer...Crossing the River Bridge. My father suddenly called me and said he was going to attend a meeting in a neighboring city. It was a turbulent time and he was on a business trip. I didn't worry too much, so I told my mother."

After Fengtang finished speaking, Feng Wangang untied the rope of the file bag, "Where were you that day?"

"I'm in...the bar," Fengtang's voice softened, his mood was also low, he even heard the sound of blood trickling in his veins, "yes, it's broad daylight. I had a dinner with a group of friends in an underground bar They played rock music, drank a lot, and said they were going to skydive from the top of the city building at night."

Every time I think about it, Fengtang is painful.

He has never done anything, let his father's advice go in his left ear and out of his right ear time and time again, he has no belief, no goal, he always soars on the city track until the wind and thunder do not chase him, he is terrifying and beautiful in the sensuality, he lives like a man before a disaster feast.

When he arrived at the scene that day, he saw blood all over the ground, vehicles smashed into scrap metal, a black car parked not far away, the accident scene surrounded by a cordon, and several busy people traffic police.Fengtang was the first to rush in, but he didn't see anyone, saying that he was taken directly to the hospital by an ambulance.

Fengtang went to the hospital again and was told to say sorry.

It's just the word "sorrow" that confirms that he will be missing for the rest of his life.

Feng Wan just fell silent when he finished speaking, and didn't say much. He opened the information bag, took out a few printed materials and spread them out on the table, circled them with his fingers, and clicked on them, "Information on the day of the accident, analysis and evidence collection, The information of the vehicle involved in the accident, as well as the information of the driver involved in the accident, are all here."

After he finished speaking, he took a sip of tea and said slowly, "I know...you always don't believe these evidences. They are all in the same city, and you actually have many opportunities to talk to me. It's just that you haven't been willing to face it, have you? ?”

Feng Tang stared blankly at the papers, "Yes."

Feng Wangang was "airborne" from the next province, and generally, 80.00% of such roles who go directly to high positions are not soft behind them.It was precisely because of this that Fengtang became suspicious. On the day when the incident happened, he instinctively pointed the arrow at Feng Wangang, the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau who had just taken office.Not to mention that this car was sent by him, and Feng Langhong was going to another city for investigation that day.

"Your father was upright and upright all his life. The higher authorities have checked him many times, and there is nothing wrong with him. I don't know about the old and personal grudges, but his ability and achievements are in the hearts of the people. Based on this alone, it is impossible for me to harm him."

Feng Wangang's tone was calm and determined, "After this incident happened, the higher-ups also attached great importance to it, skipped me directly, and called the public security system of the neighboring province to conduct a thorough investigation. The results are here. Take a look first. "

Fengtang was about to lose his strength, "Okay."

"Lu Lin..." Feng Wangang pondered, "I also attach great importance to this matter."

Listening to Feng Wangang's words, Fengtang felt a little dazed for a moment.

In his memory, his father is also a person who is used to being in a high position. He often speaks in an "official tone" at home. Don couldn't listen at all.Thinking about it afterwards, everything was for his own good.

"When I was a child, I loved making windmills out of paper."

Fengtang said, "All the kids buy it on the street, but my dad won't let it go. He made it for me himself, saying that the best ones can't be bought with money. Uncle Feng, you don't know that there are crabapple flowers planted at the gate of the municipal government. Every year when it opens, there will be a lot of red. When I was a child, I ran to the door and squatted at the door to wait for my dad to get off work. For many years, every time I think of him, I close my eyes, and my eyes are red..."

Feng Wangang didn't say anything, he put on his glasses, grabbed a pen, found a piece of blank cardboard and spread it out, using a wooden board as a pad to write something.He listened for a while, then looked up at Fengtang, and then pushed over a few photos of the accident scene saved in the information bag.

Fengtang only glanced at it, it was too horrible to look at.

It was crabapple flowers at first, but now it is blood.

A large beach opened, forming a pool of blood.

"Shao Jincheng always told me, don't think about so many things. Have you finished eating the cakes at the gate of the courtyard? There are still so many thoughts to think about things. I just think too much. I spent an In the evening, I went to buy all the cake flavors at the entrance of the courtyard, but there was no result."

"Shao Jincheng—" Feng Wangang mentioned casually, "He is a capable young man."

"Brother Cheng is very good. My dad always wanted me to be that kind of person. But my dad was wrong, I'm not that material. I desperately want to escape from the system."

"Is it bad?"

"I'm not good. Others aren't good enough."

His answer was ambiguous, Feng Wangang didn't ask any more questions.

"The day before New Year's Eve, I followed you on the G5 highway, which is a [-]-kilometer loop. I was thinking all the way, what to say and what to ask when I was really blocked. I was too hasty. That night, I I was stopped by Feng Lulin at the gate of the Feng family's courtyard, and when I returned to the city, my focus shifted from you to him, and I couldn't find it no matter how I checked."

Fengtang wiped his face, and continued: "I said I didn't believe in fate, but in fact I didn't accept it. I have lived a smooth life for the rest of my life, but suddenly fell into a big somersault like a sinkhole, I can't accept it."

Feng Wangang wrote a few more sentences, then paused, "You are still a child, after all, you are a child."

Before Feng Tang could speak, as a father, Feng Wangang couldn't help but say a few more words: "You and Lu Lin are the same. You always think you are more mature and sensible, but in fact, you are still a child in the eyes of the elders. At a certain age, many things will be taken lightly."

"I found out. My mother really doesn't want to worry about it so much. Occasionally I mention those things...she will get angry with me."

"She's doing it for your own good."

Feng Wan just closed the pen cap, and Feng Tang sat up straight with the air of an older man, "Although this sentence seems corny to you, I still have to say that she is doing it for your own good."

At this moment, Fengtang felt that maybe Feng Wangang and his father were more familiar than he imagined.

Before leaving, Fengtang took those information bags and stepped out of the Feng family gate step by step.

Feng Wangang got up slowly and watched him off at the entrance.

He took the piece of paper on which he had written, and called Fengtang: "Stay."

When the elder opened his mouth, Feng Tang didn't dare to step out with half of his foot, so he immediately stood still and turned around, "Uncle Feng."

"Take it."

As soon as Feng Wan finished speaking, he handed the paper to Feng Tang, turned around and went back to the living room without saying anything else.

Before closing the door, Fengtang vaguely saw him take a sip of Jin Junmei that he had soaked on the table, then slowly got up, and fiddled with the tortoiseshell sheathed waist knife on the ancient shelf.

There is also the landscape play cabinet at the door... People of this age like to play with these.

After Feng Langhong passed away, Liu Lizhu wrapped the few crane-top red ornaments left at home like treasures with golden velvet cloth.Although not identified.But everyone is gone, and those who are alive no longer care about true or false.

Fengtang didn't leave immediately after leaving Feng's house, but stood at the door for a while.

There was a car parked in the garage, the same black Navigator.The driver was replaced by Xia Yitiao, who just lit a cigarette and leaned against the car door to look at him.

Seeing Fengtang approaching, Xia Yitiao immediately stood up straight, and shouted timidly: "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law... Hello, cousin."

Damn, being able to face the blockade for two hours and talk alone, this daughter-in-law's ability to withstand stress is simply top-notch.Xia Yitiao was usually nervous when talking to Feng Wangang, let alone admire Fengtang now.

There was a cold air blowing, which made Fengtang feel cold all over.

The clothes were draped softly, and he regretted wearing such a soft material.The sunken place that was rubbed by Feng Lulin today was wrinkled, Fengtang rubbed it up with his fingertips, and began to miss him.

Xia Yitiao opened the car door for Fengtang, who smiled calmly: "Why haven't you been so polite when we met before. It's good to be like before. I'm not used to it. By the way, where is your brother?"

"Hey sister-in-law, isn't that—even if I jumped into the Yellow River, I can't clean it up. He's at work."

Xia Yitiao said, "Hey, there was a foreign student who ran a red light this morning and couldn't understand Chinese. Brother Rin could speak English fluently, and he knocked him out in a few strokes. All the TV stations went."

Fengtang: "On TV again? Did you slap your face?"

Xia Yitiao: "Take...it's a shot, it should be. What's wrong?"

"fine."

Feng Tang seemed to be swallowing his breath, but felt that he was funny, rubbed his eyebrows: "Let's go."

Feng Tang was sitting in the back seat, and the seat belt made him uncomfortable.There is a lot of space in the back of this car, and it is enough for two people to lie down.He pushed the window down a little and listened to the sound of the vehicle starting up.

What set off the movement was a mailbox with green leather left at the door of Feng's house.

Everything this morning is like throwing a small stone into the water or dropping a letter into a locked mailbox.

Half settles, half floats.

Spreading out the last piece of paper Feng Wangang gave, Fengtang trembled.

"Comrade Feng Langhong, male, aged 55. Since he joined the work, he has always been responsible, and the law has been upheld since the Qing Dynasty. I hereby certify that the existing materials are complete and fair. If there is any error, I am willing to bear all legal responsibilities.

Putting pen to paper: Feng Wangang"

In such a "ridiculous" year, he got some answers.

It is fate.

His fingers touched his eyes, it was slippery and cold.

After that day, Fengtang went to the city center and found a bookstore that was rarely visited by people.It is said that the old bookstore has been open for more than ten years, and the owner has an answer book.Put your palm on the cover, meditate on what you think, and then open it at will, you can get the answer you want.

Fengtang looked at those words.

"It's bright."